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Shakily, and with his help, I lifted myself off his legs and started to stand. I wobbled for a moment, and then found my balance, and he took his steadying hands away.
I knew it was too late to conceal what had happened, so I did not try. My slowly softening cock stuck out in front of me as I stood upright. My eyes stayed locked on the ground. I couldn't bear to look at him.
"That's never happened before," he said, his tone deceptively mild.
My cheeks burned hotter but I could not think of anything to say.
"Would you care to explain it?"
My eyes locked on the floor and my face growing redder still, I shook my head.
"I thought I was joking when I said you enjoyed being disciplined," he said. "But it's true, isn't it?"
I bit my lip, trying to tell myself this was all a bad dream and what had just happened had not actually happened.
"All this time I thought I was punishing you when you got out of line, but you've been enjoying it. Answer me."
I drew in a shuddering breath and managed to look at his feet. "Yes, sir," I said. I physically recoiled as the word 'sir' emerged from my mouth again. "I'm sorry," I blurted, close to tears. "I never – I mean, it's just – I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I don't try to make you angry with me or anything. It's just the way it affects me. The way being around you – " I clamped a hand over my mouth, horrified that I had said too much.
Even without glancing up, I could feel the way he was looking at me. I stared at the floor and tried to ignore the still prominent form of my cock as it shrank, embarrassingly slowly, in my soiled underwear. Another hot wave of humiliation rose in me at the sight of myself and unwedged my underwear and pulled up my pants.
"Perhaps this explains a few things," he said. "Maybe I should not be so surprised. Maybe it's my fault that I did not see it before."
I dared a shy glance up at him to see how mad he looked. To my relief, his expression was thoughtful, devoid of the disgust or betrayal I had dreaded seeing there.
"Well clearly, Jason, the arrangement we have been operating under cannot continue, can it? You've given me a lot to think about."
Nervously, I straightened my pants again, feeling the squelch of the come still in my underwear. If only he would say something definite, something to indicate how he felt about this. I could not deny that a small part of me imagined him being maybe a little intrigued. But that was just a childish fantasy, too much to hope for.
"You'll need to go home to change, and I think it would be best if you took the afternoon off," he said after a moment. "But it's clear we need to talk about this - when there isn't work to be done. Come by my apartment, would you, after I've locked up for the night."
I bobbed and nodded. "Yes, s-" I shook my head, as though to clear it, and began to move towards the door.
"And Jason?" he said.
"You haven't lost any more orders you might want to tell me about, have you?"
I shook my head, even my ears burning at this final jab, and left the room.